From high it falls; a dawn coloured wind,
It falls.
With its heat we feel deaths chill;
Hunger unquenched, all-consuming.
Jaws hide in its breath, yet see it we do in the eye of mind and thought,
As it falls.
From high it comes; a flame of breath,
It comes.
Death touches our melting flesh;
Spreading, vanishing to ash.
Backs show as feet run, yet we see it still with eyes molten and charred,
As the beast comes.
Dragons Breath - by Voguin Darigol
- High Lord of Dargolyn
- year 104 B.W. (before-war)
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The Five [EDITING]
Adventure#244 in Adventure - Dec 8th, 2017 The five kingdoms of the land are at peace. There is no war. There is no depression. The land is fertile, the game plenty. Slavery is only a word carried in whispers of gossip from distant lands. All is good. The...
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